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The body's in a well just outside of town. I can't say i care that i can't help myself stop this. Nothing to it anymore. A stabbing here, a strangulation there, nothing new. Never anything new. I don't want it, i just need it. It makes me feel alive. Such irony, don't you think? I can't even recall how many there were. Not enough i guess. Somtimes i like to think i'm not who i am, but then i think, "who else would i ever want to be?". I like what i do, at least most of the time. That's something, yup. That's definitely something, hahaha.

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